No compettion for Old, Cold Den - just doin' my job here lady: Faramir's been desginated a Fire-free Zone, and I'm here to make sure everything runs smoothly.<P>*Then, Olórin noticed the mad gleam in Meela's eyes...*<P><BR>Ummm...GANDALF!!! Come quick! Wait a sec...Olórin...Gadalf...*mithrandrotharkunicanusga ndalfolorin...damn!!!*...*sobs*I'm all alone...<P>Well, Im off to smoke myself to death on some Old, Cold Tobythor...though not in a pyre way...if Faramir needs me, send for Beregond, his little loveslave.<BR> *Honestlyitsjustsickneingthethingsthosetwodo...ifo nlypoorÉowynknewnotthati'lltellherlalalalalaIcan't hearyehearye*<P><BR>DISCLAIMER: I never claimed to be sane.
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